Brightness of the Fa­ther’s glo­ry,
Shall Thy praise un­ut­tered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guil­ty si­lence;
Sing the Lord, who came to die.

Did the an­gels sing Thy com­ing?
Did the shep­herds learn their lays?
Shame would cov­er me, un­grate­ful,
Should my tongue re­fuse to praise.

From the high­est throne in glo­ry
To the cross of deep­est woe,
All to ran­som guil­ty cap­tives!
Flow, my praise, for­ev­er flow.

Re-as­cend, im­mor­tal Sav­ior;
Leave Thy foot­stool, take Thy throne:
Thence re­turn, and reign for­ev­er;
Be the king­dom all Thine own.